That monster,
Forever looming beside me,
My greatest accomplishment.
That thing,
I can't get away,
It draws me back in.
It
That thing,
My creation,
The monster within.
Attacking whatever it sees,
Believing only what it knows.
It isolates me.
Keeps me from others.
When things get better,
When I think its gone,
It comes back.
It comes back not as bad,
But worse.
It always comes back worse.
I'm lost and afraid,
A child in the dark.
It takes me time to find my footing,
But I found it for the light.
The light in my life.
Her.
That which will liberate me.
She who will save me,
Save me from it.
If only
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PoetryJust some poems I wrote, felt like it I guess. Fight me about it. #57 highest in poetry. :D Wooo! Hit them double digits! Picture by my friend Cynthia Bisby from work :D
